coming home after the war
all that's left is a prisoner of two worlds
the past is red of all the blood I spilled
the future's black because there is no hope
nothing is sacred to me
i want you, father, to fall on your knees
in the desert far away
my slaughtered innocence left to decay
recollections of battles without end
and the lifes I took with my bare hands
nothing is sacred to me
i want you, father, to fall on your knees
so I walked into that church
and that's when I killed him
the blood I spilled just yesterday
as if that pleasure had never been away
stabbing the fucking life out ot him
i learned the trade, I always win
nothing is sacred to me
i want you, father, to fall on your knees
the blood I spilled just yesterday
as it that pleasure had never been away
1 | Death The Brutal Way |
2 | Deathhammer |
3 | Last One On Earth |
4 | The Rack |
5 | As The Magma Mammoth Rises |
6 | Scorbutics |
7 | Minefield |
8 | Vermin |
9 | On The Wings Of Inferno |
10 | The Sickening Dwell |